My path crossed Amanda’s* when she was a student in my second grade Sunday School in Connecticut. A problem child from day one, Amanda was disagreeable to the other children and disrespectful to me. Each Sunday I hoped she wouldn’t arrive and each week I would bristle with anxiety when she appeared in the doorway. Sunday mornings found me praying that God would help me hold my tongue and increase my patience 100-fold. Week after week was a struggle; she remained obstinate and each class left me weary with frustration. For the final class before summer break, the church took the entire ... Read the Post